
Darkness. That was the first thing to hit my system. It was like I was being transported to a whole different realm. A realm with an eerie presence and a sole purpose of isolation. Where my brutal reality served as the foundation for civilization and my depraved nightmares were the actuality. It was a place where I could not escape from my actions, and facing them was necessary, especially if there was any chance to move on in life.

I fought against the external force. I tried and tried until I no longer could, for it was too strong. I could feel its motives enveloping every part of my body, and the harder I resisted, the more diligent it got when trying to take over me. I ultimately gave up, and for the slightest moment, a sense of peace was bestowed upon me, but with that, my past was also brought to light. Tears streamed down my face. I remembered everything. Every painful memory I hid away, was brought back, as vivid as ever. Sorrow filled the air around me and I wished that the feeling would soon depart, however, every tiny detail from that horrible moment was dragged back to life and placed in front of me. I was forced to face my past. And there it was, illuminated with a bright spotlight; the girl that changed everything.

For a large portion of my life, I had lived in a small, lively town, where everyone was constantly getting to know each other. Each day I would see kids scurry over to their friends and discuss a multitude of topics. I always craved a friendship like that, however pursuing such a thing involved communication, something I lacked. Every time I would try to approach someone as an attempt to make friends, there was a certain voice inside me, a constant presence, always advising against it. Like an unruly companion, the voice was always whispering doubts about myself that began to sabotage my happiness, for instance, telling me I did not deserve friends. I was forced to watch from the sidelines as a result, and yet, one particular day I noticed a girl I had not seen before. Her blonde hair gently brushed against her shoulders and her eyes darted across the room. She was attentive, just like me. Each day I would look forward to seeing her, and although the voice commanded me to not give in, the desire was too great. She had a radiant smile that always lit up the room, but her compassion stuck out to me the most. It was not long before we began to build a connection. It started off with lighthearted conversations then shared laughter, and after a while we were inseparable. I had never felt the way I felt when I was with her. She made everything make sense but most of all, when I was with her the voice in my head no longer existed. For the first time in years, I finally felt at peace, and it was all thanks to her.
As our friendship kept on flourishing, I noticed sharing certain things about myself that I normally would not tell anyone. It felt liberating. But like all nice things in life, it did not last long. Although I was happy, beneath the surface, the voice that I thought had left, started to call to me again. One second I would feel totally fine and the other, the voice would start to feed me lies about her. It told me how she hated me for who I was and that this was all front, a ploy. I hoped that my voice would leave and never come back but as time went on, the voice became overwhelming and took control of my life once again – but on a much larger scale. I lost all mental clarity and telling apart fake from real started to become very difficult. Each day the voice worsened. It got louder until I finally reached my breaking point.
In order for the voice to stop, I had to do something about the girl, and until she was out of everyone’s life for good, nothing could go back to the way it was – simpler.

It all happened in the woods. She laid upon the ground. her life slowly fading away from her eyes. With no emotion, I got up and left her there. I had not come to the realization that what I had done held such malice since the voice in my head kept telling me otherwise. It was always there to reassure me, to comfort me when I began to catch up to my senses. Soon I began to feel numb again, suppressing any and every feeling deep down inside, and with that my memory left too. I thought that I formed a new world for myself, a world where she never existed. A world that was carefully crafted to never allow such feelings to surface once more. But you can never escape from reality. Sooner or later the real word catches up to you and you are left stranded, compelled to accept the truthfulness of life. And finally my reality was here. I never thought that I would have to deal with these feelings and memories again, but here they were, staring right at me, and it was only until now I had realized the gravitation of my actions.


So now I sit here, weighed down by the enormity of my actions, with the guilt eating at whatever happiness I have left. The blood is on my hands and the memories will forever haunt me, and as a consequence I have to face this reality for the rest of my life.

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